And with that left only a small few, none of them strong enough on their own individual level to be able to confront the woman and her companion. Even together, they possessed a chance, albeit one that as much left their chance to survive and succeed at the mercy of a coin flip. Either way, it were odds that were not in their favor.
And having seen the impact of what the woman had done to their alpha, it was even more clear that their hopes were dashed, if not a foolhardy effort. Still, there were little hope that they would be able to simply walk away, despite whatever fear may have existed within their hearts at this point.
One charged, willing to put themselves on the line, but they were met with the cruel pain that once again emanated from the woman’s golden rod. It cried out in agony, falling to the ground, almost begging in whatever animalistic tongue it could for the sweet release of death which came not long afterwards.
A final gambit by the other, hoping to attack and maybe catch the woman off guard, but even then it was very little hope for success. It fell, much like how those who earlier had sought to strike at her, they met the very same fate, unable to do anything other than beg for mercy. Mercy did not show though.
All that came was the death and agony that awaited just it, the last one having taken its own life rather than be subjected to the suffering that was to come.
With the final cries of the one subjected to the torment of the mind, the contract had been answered and fulfilled, the woman almost feeling a moment of sadness and pity towards the creatures. They never had a chance. But whatever sorrow she felt for them was nothing when the thought of returning to the penthouse came back to her mind.
1838/1750 ( -30% | -20% Censer of Dragon's Blood, -10% Zera'thul)